The more I've played of Galactic Racer (and it still hasn't been very much, really) the more I think my initial suspicions about the scripting only really applied to the intro mission. I do still seem to be doing a lot of overtaking on the final lap, but the game in general does not guide you by the hand making sure you win all the time, like what Forza Horizon 6 does. It can be brutally hard, and the difficulty comes from what you are doing in the game, not the game arbitrarily deciding to make something harder.
Anyway, for the month in general -
Play
Indiana Jones and the Great Circle - This is great. It represents a fork that games could have gone down, towards rip-roaring curated triple-A adventures, instead of the path it took towards Games As Service slop. You're in a map, you have objectives related to the story and side stories, and you just romp around Indying it up for all your worth. Everyone mentions the Troy Baker voice performance, but it is genuinely like some kind of magic trick. My favorite thing about the game is Indy's propensity to eat handfuls of dry breadsticks when his stamina is waning. Imagine if you saw someone do that. They're exhausted and panting, but they grab eight breadsticks in a bundle and just chomp through them like Bugs Bunny eating a carrot. "That's better!" They say, before leaping onto a nearby box and scrambling onto a roof. I could talk more about the game, but I think the fact that it is the best dry breadstick eating simulator on the market should be enough for anyone.
Cyberpunk 2077 - This is a very, very, extraordinarily good game now, after all the fixes and updates. However, it's not the most welcoming one. The city is an amazing setting, incredibly dense and detailed. It is, frankly, way ahead of the GTA V setting. There is something strange about it though - in GTA V I got a feel of where I was, got to know my way around the map. That hasn't happened in Cyberpunk, despite 25 hours of play. Whenever I go down a street, in a vehicle or on foot, it might as well be the first time I've been there. There is one bridge I recognise when I go over it, but that's it. This might be because I'm usually following a yellow line to the next quest location. Perhaps I should be kicking back and wandering around more, taking V back to her apartment to sleep and stuff, but the game's story injects an element of desperate urgency, so that doesn't really feel natural.
It's not just the fact that I'm always lost that pushes me away a bit. Part of it is that the game is so good, to be honest. If I load it up I know I'm committing to what will probably be a few hours, because it's hard to tear yourself away. When you're playing it, it feels like a generational classic. When I'm not playing it though, I don't always want to go back. Part of it is the time factor, but also the desperation I mentioned. The story is tragic, and V's situation is so horrible it makes me feel anxious. The crowded hostility of the city really contributes to this too. The few nice characters you meet aren't people I, middle-aged boring Dad feltmonkey, would want to hang around with. I used to play football with a team of friendly good-hearted criminal reprobates, and that stressed me out. Give me a crew of jumper-wearing squares who've never seen the inside of a police car any day.
Despite my vague complaints (and if you look closely, notice that every complaint is completely a me problem, something wrong with my brain rather than the game) it is a stunning, brilliant game. The setting, the story, the writing, the performances (even Keanu), the combat, the immersive sim elements - it's all top notch. The driving isn't amazing, it's more GTA 4 than GTA 5, but it's definitely more interesting to walk about anyway. It's also so much better than it was at launch, so if you played it back in 2020 and drowned in the jank, it's worth going back. The jank is gone now, and a great game turned out to be in there after all.
Want
I'm still looking forward to GTA 6. Or I'm looking forward to a year or so's time when it drops to an affordable price.
Bin
I mean…
It's grim, isn't it? Robert Jenrick said yesterday that the Royal Navy should use lethal force against asylum seekers. And he only said that as a dead cat because Andy Burnham admitted that Russia had interfered with the brexit referendum. And Reform are only having to do their own dead cats because some of Russia's bot farms were blown up by Ukraine. Going onto the reddit UK news subreddits after that was surreal, as suddenly they were mysteriously empty of the normal chorus of insane pro-reform voices. While this should be good news, it really isn't, because the bots seem to be getting revived or there are real duped or stupid British people to pick up the slack, and you're just left with the anger that our country was sabotaged in 2016, and that even if you point all this out to the Farageites, the discourse has been so thoroughly wrecked that people either don't believe you or don't care. We can't get it back now - it can't be fixed.
Which brings me to another depressing candidate for the Bin - Manchester City. I could write pages about this, and I already have in various corners of the internet. Again, even if they are punished appropriately, the damage cannot be undone. They have stolen so many great memories from other clubs' fans. I know a few people on here don't follow football, so might not understand the magnitude of the cheating, but what they did was give themselves an unassailable advantage over everyone else. They pumped so much money into the club, when everyone else was playing by the rules, that they were able to create a period of dominance unmatched in English football. I mention this so that the non-football-followers can understand that they didn't just do some kind of technical financial jiggery-pokery, their cheating was sporting, not financial, and they ruined football for at least 10 years. "At least" because the investigation only went up to 2018, and they've had another 8 years of dominance since then. Even if they did suddenly stop cheating (they didn't - they were the only football club in the world to report a profit during Covid) they were still reaping the spoils of the advantage they had given themselves by signing all the best players in the world.
No punishment can undo what they have done. We're not going to go back and replay finals, rewrite league tables. Even if their trophies are stripped (they better be) that doesn't do any good for their opponents. Players who would have won league titles are not going to be whisked back in time and able to celebrate on the pitch. Watford reached only the second final in their history and were beaten 6-0 by a team assembled through fraudulent means. Retrospectively awarding them that FA Cup wouldn't be much consolation to their fans now. It wouldn't erase that horrible afternoon for them. The journalist Andy Mitten talked about taking his Dad to a cup final and seeing City beat their team, Man Utd. His Dad is dead now. So that's gone, a memory stolen, impossible to fix.
Even beyond this anger-inducing stuff, there's the factor of why this was done in the first place. Sportswashing. All this cheating, the destruction of our national sport, the beautiful game, in aid of making an oppressive regime look good. A regime that may have funded a genocide in Sudan.
Sorry this got so long, to anyone still reading. I only intended to talk about breadsticks, but got sidetracked and ended up on genocide. That's a possible autobiography title. From Breadsticks to Genocide - The Feltmonkey Story.